The villa was a beautiful place that was built on a hill. It was surrounded by neatly trimmed trees, with a large garden that was filled with colorful flowers and plants.

And surprisingly, there was no other villa in the vicinity. This was one of a kind and was located in the midst of the dense forest.

The villa itself was huge, with four floors, and everything looked brand new and luxurious.

The interior was decorated with extravagant artifacts and furniture made from the finest wood.

There were servants standing in every corner of the place, and also several guards patrolling.

As soon as Mikel and Priscella stepped inside, laughing and chatting about something, a butler came forward and bowed in greeting. "Your highness. Milady."

"Milady, The Duke has sent over an important message."

Priscella nodded and then looked at Mikel with a smile on her face. "I am sorry, your highness. Please excuse me for a moment."

"It's alright. Take your time. It's late in the night. So I will make myself comfortable and meet you tomorrow for breakfast?" Mikel chuckled and placed his hands in his trousers, heading over to one of the guest rooms.

Priscella eyed the man's tight back muscles and gulped in anticipation at the things she had planned for the both of them this weekend. She then left with the butler to quickly attend to the message.

Leol and Theo had already left somewhere and Sylvia found herself standing alone in the giant lavish hall.

A maid saw her and walked over to her, but Sylvia quickly made a decision and hurried behind Mikel instead.

She followed him as her gentle and hesitant footsteps echoed behind his firm and loud ones in the long corridor.

Moonlight shone through the huge colored window panes, illuminating the man's muscular silhouette, which suddenly paused as if he sensed the company.

He turned around and looked right at Sylvia, walking towards her like a predator, moving in a straight line.

Her heart shook, skipping a beat, and then began to beat faster, following every step he took.

She felt as if she was pulled by an invisible force, which was drawing her closer to him, and she didn't know what to do about it.

She nervously tucked a strand of her silver hair behind her ear, gulping and looking down on the crystal clean marble floor instead.

"You have something you want to say to me?" Mikel asked, his feet stopping in front of her.

Sylvia knew just foolish she was about to sound. Nevertheless, she was determined to see this through no matter what.

Her full lips parted, glistening under the glow of the night. "Those men? What happened to them?"

Mikel raked his hand through his neatly combed golden locks, making them unruly. "What did you want to happen to them?" He replied with a sigh.

"I…" Sylvia hesitated. She had never really thought about what she wanted to say.

The truth was, she just wanted them to disappear. But now that she was put on the spot, she was not really able to say such a dark thought aloud.

"I want to know the truth." She mumbled, to which Mikel raised a brow. "You are asking me, why?"

"Huh?" Sylvia was flustered. The devil was too good in tip-toeing around the issue. She bit her lips and looked at him directly. "Just tell me. Did you do something or not?"

The man met her gaze and stared at her for a minute before letting out another sigh, cursing the damned man in his mind, who brought up all of this in the first place, things that he was not planning on telling her.

"Yes. I did indeed do something to them. What of it?" He muttered and turned around to start walking again, leaving Sylvia completely dumbfounded.

So it was true? Her brain froze for a second before she could think about the other things that the man's words implied.

But this still didn't mean that he had done everything for her? "Wait," Sylvia shouted, watching the man enter one of the rooms and hurried after him.

She was done guessing about things and hoping for something, standing on the sidelines. She wanted more explanation from him.

It didn't matter which side the scythe landed on. She just wanted to know his answer, one way or the other, even if she didn't know why it mattered so much to her.

She hurried and followed him to the room, but stood outside, gazing at his back, standing at the door.

"Hmm? You want to help me with something?" Mikel hummed, his voice still sharp, the man still in a bad mood.

"I... I just want to know... Why did you hurt them?" Sylvia asked, steeling her nerves. She refused to be intimidated by the man's sharpness.

He didn't answer her immediately and paused for a while before muttering, "Get in and close the door behind you."

He walked over to the big rectangular bed inside the room and sat on it, watching her and waiting for her to do what he told her.

Sylvia nodded and closed the door behind her. Her heart was pounding crazily but she stayed her ground.

She approached the bed slowly and stopped in front of him, looking at the man and gulping, her hands nervously clutching the skirt of her long dress.

She looked at his handsome features, his well-defined chin, sharp nose, and cheekbones, and then down to his lips.

"You know..." Mikel started, making her heart skip a beat.

Sylvia's eyes shot up and met his, and she took a step back, her heart pounding even faster and harder. "I know what?" She asked quickly, her voice shaking.

"You know about what I did and why I did it." He stated, crossing his arms over his muscular chest.

Sylvia's brows knitted and her eyes widened. "No... I don't... I don't know anything." She denied.

"Liar," Mikel said and his eyes held a cold and sharp look.

Sylvia gulped, her heart beating even faster now. "I... I don't know."